Just nature I guess. I’ve really got to go!” she turns red. Oh my gawd. Mrs. Adleson has seen my stuff. What a nightmare. Shit, I hope she doesn�...t tell my parents. It would kill them. She’s running back to her house. She must think I’m a perv. Going inside without a glance back she slams the door. I wonder if Mr. Adleson will emerge to have a talk with me or maybe even to whip my ass? Waiting for thirty or so minutes nobody emerges from their house. I can’t take it anymore and head to her front. Aber ich t?uschte mich. Die h?sslichen Schmierereien waren auch hiervorhanden. Vor den Spiegeln standen mehrere etwa 15-j?hrige und versuchtensich zu schminken. Aber so wie das aussah, reichte es allenfalls f?r denZirkus.Im Geschichtsunterricht erlebten wir Daniela M?ller-Strumpf als DanielM?ller-Strumpf. Er lie? sich auch schon immer von uns Duzen. Als Frau war sieimmer schon richtig sexy aber als Mann war er nur noch ein Traum. Vor demChangeday fand ich M?nner nur unattraktiv und Penise. I was now a prized voyeur, a girl who willingly participated deviant acts, without crying foul, keeping mum and quietly watching as they relieved themselves in front of me, and my just reward was financial, with only 20 customers amounting to over £100 pounds, never mind my dirty little mind being screwed-up, watching these men perform.Sex, like d**gs and alcohol, are addictive, and as the initial 'High' wears off, it gets replaced by something stronger.I think I was more affected than they. Like the crotchless panties, it hadn’t gotten a lot of use, although I’d worn it as a dare as part of a Halloween costume one year. And yes, I’d put black tape over my nipples. It had been a thrill, too. I remember feeling sexy and daring and a little bit slutty.“Stand still, slut.” I did just that as she carefully put my collar back on, buckling it carefully around my throat. “There. Perfect. Now get out while I shower. Where do you keep your nail polish?” she asked, popping her ‘p’s,.